Broken Flower (BNHA OC Fanfic)

Chapter 1 :: Eavesdropping

"Hey Shou-chan! Can you do it again?" Cheered the black haired toddler towards the bi haired boy. Jumping up and down while clapping her hands.

The boy chuckled before raising his right hand. "Of course, Yuri-chan!" He took the girl's hand before making ice crystals from his own. "What shape do you want?"

"Surprise me!"

"Alright then..." His heterochromic orbs concentrated on the ice coming from his hand.

The little girl gasped as she saw a medium sized heart made of ice lying peacefully in her hand. She had seen him make other shapes, but he would usually make it out of simple frost and would melt barely a minute later. But the heart was made out of solid ice, and weighed a little more than what the girl was expecting.

"W-woah! it's made out of solid ice! So cool! I love the it!" The little girl exclaimed while grinning from ear to ear.

The boy mirrored her smile and looked away shyly with a slight blush on his cheeks. "D...do you like the shape I made...?"

"Of course I do! You've gotten SO much better! I'm so proud! I bet Rei-san is too!"

The little boy and girl continued to gaze at the creation the former made. Their joy was abruptly interrupted as the door to the room roughly slides open.

"Shouto! What the hell are you doing!? You're supposed to be training! SHE'S supposed to be training!"

The man's rough voice echoed throughout the room and through the kids' sensitive ears. His eyes flicked through the two children before grabbing his own by his arm.

"And you're supposed to be working on your fire, NOT your ice!" The man said harshly towards the little boy.

Seeing her friend in pain, the little girl instantly went to grab his unoccupied arm. Tugging on it more gently than the man.

"W-wait! He already did his training! Doesn't he deserve to rest a little? I mean, he did train very hard." Protested the girl, slightly quivering from the man's cold glare.

The man barely batted an eye before replying. "My Shouto does not have time to do such foolish activities. If you want to be a Pro Hero yourself, I suggest you stray from such activities as well. Now if you excuse us, we have training to do." The man continued to drag his son away, despite the latter pleading to stop tugging so hard.

"Stop! Yo-You're just hurting him! He's only five, let go of him!" Without thinking, the girl activated both her quirks and tugged on the boy harder towards her.

She succeeded with the boy being placed safely behind her. But not a second later, she wasn't able to catch her breath as the man was standing right in front of her.

"You little BRAT!"

"Yuri, LOOK OUT!!"

"AIZAWA YURI!!!"

Yuri was jolted awake and as a result, jumped off her seat and landed onto the floor.

"Ah! Uncle Hizashi, what the heck!?" Responded Yuri as she put one hand on her ear, and the other on the floor to support her back. She came to U.A. as to keep tabs on her father since her mother was busy with her own work. Since it was such last minute, she didn't have much sleep to prepare for a whole day.

"Whoops, sorry Yuri-chan! But you weren't waking up so I had to raise my voice!" Mic explained. Slightly rubbing the back of his neck.

Yuri sighed and put her hands on the desk, lifting herself from the floor. "You know, a simple shake to the shoulder would have also worked."

"I've tried that on both of your parents, both ended up with me getting socked in the jaw. Guess I was a little afraid that maybe that trait would've also been passed down to you." Laughed Mic, grimacing from remembering the pain both his friends sent to his jaw.

The girl laughed a little before remembering. "Well, you were trying to wake me up, meaning you have something important for me to do?"

Mic jolted up straight. "You got that right Shota Jr.! Your father is currently having trouble eating his lunch, because...you know..."

"He has a lot of bandages, I know, continue."

"Well, to put it simply; you're the only one he's letting to feed him. And I'm hoping you are willing to..?" Mic exclaimed while inching closer to the teenager.

"Ugh, okay fine, where's the bento mom left me? He needs all the nutrients he can get, I'm gonna make sure he has all of it." Muttered Yuri while clasping her hands together.

"By the way, Uncle Hizashi..."

"Yeah?"

Yuri narrowed her eyes, activating her quirk. "Please don't call me Shota Jr...."

Izuku started to walk back to his classroom, wondering what he should do for the Sports Festival. He passes by the Faculty Room only to hear the sound of his teacher, and a voice of a girl that sounded strangely like the former.

"Yuri, you can't take these off, I'm still injured!"

Izuku stood in front of the door, slightly scared by the harsh yet kind of playful tone in his teacher's voice.

"Do you or do you not want to be fed!? Because if so, I can't feed you with that bandage wrapped around your mouth!"

Hearing that response towards a man like Aizawa caused Izuku to peek through the door.

Through the door, he saw his teacher muttering something, and a girl who looked about his age. In a nutshell, she was basically a smaller, female version of Aizawa with violet eyes instead of black. The girl who is apparently 'Yuri', was trying to move the bandages near his teacher's mouth.

'Geez, she looks like she hasn't slept in weeks' thought Izuku as he examined the very dark circles underneath the girl's eyes.

"Dad, your mouth isn't even damaged. I don't see why you're making a big deal out of that." Yuri wondered, slightly relieved seeing an easier way to feed her father.

'Dad!? Am I hearing that correctly!? Aizawa-sensei is a father?' Izuku's thoughts were scrambling around with this new information.

'No, no! For all I know, she could be his cousin!'

"Hey dad, wasn't the door closed when Uncle Hizashi left?" Izuku felt the blood drain from his face as he heard footsteps heading towards the door.

'Aw, crap!'

"Is someone the-"

-RING RING RING-

Isuku silently thanked his quick luck as the bell rang, taking this chance to run off to his classroom. While Yuri was left to catch just a second of him before he disappeared into the crowd.

"Who was that?" Shota asked, turning his head towards his slightly confused daughter. Yuri turned to his direction, trying to remember what was merely a blur from her perspective.

"I'm guessing it was a student by the uniform. He had dark curly green hair from what I could tell. Could've sworn that was one of your students...." Yuri muttered as she looked off to the distance, trying to recall the student files Shota showed to her before school started. "Midoriya Izuku, if my memory serves correct...."

"You sure? I haven't known my students long enough, but he doesn't seem like the one to eavesdrop on a conversation."

Yuri shrugged. "I don't know, it might've been another student for all I know...."

The raven haired girl picked up her chopsticks and continued to feed her father, but had a thought at the back of her head.

'Oh god, he didn't hear me say 'Dad' did he....?'